I was headed to my sil's house to help her paint her kitchen. I remember the radio dj coming on and saying that a plane had hit the world trade center. At that time, everyone still thought it was a horrible accident. By the time I got to her house, the 2nd plane had hit and her dad called to make sure we had the tv on. We sat on the couch and cried. We never did paint the kitchen that day. Jeff heard the news reports but was stunned when he came home that night and watched the news. Every year I cry and every year the images of those people jumping out the windows of the WTC are in my head.
